Chapter: 1180
"Still, we don’t have any proof. We can do nothing about it." Ronald frowned.
He also knew that the Glenstead martial arts alliance had something to do with this. The two alliances had been at odds for some time. He never expected them to resort to such dirty tactics.
"Why don’t we push the tournament back for a few days? We’ll resume things when they’ve recovered." Patrick offered.
"Everyone is paying close attention to the tournament. There’s no way we can just change the date.
Ronald shook his head.
"I guess we’ll just have to find three substitutes." Paul’s expression was grim.
Chase, Andy, and Shawn were powerful martial artists who were on The Heavenly Immortals. With their help, Balerno had a high chance of winning the tournament. But that would change if they had to switch participants.
"We still have time. I’ll go and look for decent substitutes." Ronald left hurriedly. He had to try no matter how little time there was left!
Time flew by, and it was soon noon.
The sun shone brightly, and the brightness reflected off the lake’s surface.
A gentle breeze that carried the subtle scent of earth ruffled everywhere.
Many had gathered around Shinefield Lake, and the tension in the air was high as the two alliances faced off.
The tournament was held in the middle of the lake, where an arena 100 meters long had been built days ago.
The lake surrounded the platform, so they would need to reach it by boat.
The contestants representing the Balerno martial arts alliance had gathered inside a gazebo at the South, where Ronald got three substitutes to replace the three poisoned men.
Although these men weren’t as strong as the earlier three, it was still better than nothing.
"Today’s tournament is extremely important." Ronald’s expression was serious as he looked at each of them.
"The Balerno martial arts alliance’s reputation rests on your shoulders, so please work together. I await the good news!"
He lowered his head respectfully.
"Don’t worry, Sir! We’ll beat those guys up!" The new members were full of confidence.
Winning the tournament not only promised them a hefty prize but would also give them fame, so they would do their best.
"This is a tag team competition, so you four better follow my instructions and not act alone," Jared said cooly. His arrogant attitude caused others to frown.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Why should we listen to you?" A round-faced contestant demanded.
Jared sneered, "Because I’m the first disciple of Steeljaws Fellowship and the rank twelfth on The Heavenly Immortals. Does that answer your question?"
"The twelfth?" The other contestant immediately shut his mouth. The other two contestants fell silent as well.